Ever since we were a child, I already know you.
But I only know your name, your looks, and I know that you’re a shy boy.
Ever since before we were paired up by our families, but that doesn’t excite me at all. We were not close, we barely talk to each other, I only got to talk to you in church or family gatherings.
Ever since that junior prom, I always get “kilig” whenever I hear the song that we danced. And when I first heard you preaching the Word of God in our devotional, little do I know that I’m starting to like you.
And as we grow old, as we get to know each other through encouragement dates, through spendtimes, I find myself liking you more.
My heart flutters whenever you play the guitar, whenever you’re speaking in front sharing your faith, those corny jokes you say, when I see your name in my notifications, in my messages.
But I don’t want to show it to you. Not yet.
I may like you a lot but I need to control myself, my feelings.
I cannot show you yet how much I love you, not until God says so. I want to follow His will. His ways, His time, and not mine.
For now, it’s enough that I got to see you and talk to you once in a while.
For now, I will pray that God will lead us to each other.
For now I will do my best to wait for you. To wait for God’s approval.
